At Rachel's – part 3 - wedgie time

by Aristocatch

The injury to Rachel took rather longer to heal than expected and so our promised return fight got put off. As time passed I rather came to believe that she had forgotten about it, or even that, after the fight she had arranged, she no longer wished to fight me. The result was a period without any fighting action, which served to make me realise how much I enjoyed a good scrap, with or without a sexual element.

If all good things come to an end, so do bad ones, though I was rather surprised one day to open my door to a well-built young lady who introduced herself as Carol's daughter, Rosa. She told me that as she was supposed to be in the neighbourhood her mother had asked her to call by.

She came in, saying that she couldn't stay long. The purpose of her visit was to challenge Rachel and I to take on the mother and daughter pairing. In case I needed any persuading she had come ready for a little aperitif if I so wished.

From the bag she was carrying she produced two pairs of matching boxer shorts, in a rather nice soft towelling-style material and asked where we could get changed. I led her to my spare bedroom, which meant that we found ourselves in the small corridor that gave access to the bedrooms and the bathroom. Rosa declared that to be the ideal place to fight.

Handing me the pink pair of shorts she told me to change just into that. It didn't take me long and we were soon both in the corridor, lit by electric light from the lightbulb in the ceiling, looking at each other's short-clad bodies.

Rosa was a few years younger than me but pretty much the same height, with short dark hair. She obviously got plenty of exercise as her body was well muscled and her breasts were of a good size, but round and hard, topped by dark nipples. Her legs were well toned as well. There appeared to be no excess weight on her. Everything suggested that she would be a tough adversary.

Rosa proposed that, as a way of introducing herself to me we have a short, wedgie contest. Five minutes maximum, unless one quit first. Despite our being otherwise naked, no other parts of our body could be targeted. Our only 'weapon' was the other's shorts. Seeing her breasts so near, this was slightly disappointing, as I would like to have found out whether they were as hard as they looked, but on the basis that we were to fight again another day, this was merely postponing such an encounter and, given how fighting fit she looked probably saving my breasts from a mauling.

I now understood why she had come with two pairs of solidly-built shorts, which looked more than capable of surviving the intended treatment. The only remaining question therefore, was whether our pussies would survive.

Rosa programmed her cellphone to ring after five minutes and then she put it safely out of our way.

The match started slowly. We both took hold of the waistbands of the shorts and began testing what effect could be produced by pulling them in any particular way. Initially the feeling produced was no more than a certain pressure between the legs. The crotch part of the shorts was wide enough to spread the pressure over a large area, and thus limit any significant discomfort.

Rosa began pulling upwards on the back of the shorts, which rather forced the material into my butt crack. Uncomfortable, but not painful. It was however what I needed to galvanise myself into some action. Dropping my shoulder I moved the side of my body in close to Rosa and began pulling the front of her shorts, watching how the material began “shrinking” in size.

As the crotch of the shorts became narrower and narrower, so it began to work its way into Rosa's pussy and I was soon rewarded by the sight of one of her pussy lips becoming visible as the narrow strip of cloth began to really bite into the tender pussy skin.

While I had been concentrating on forcing the strip of material deep into Rosa's pussy, she had been limited to pulling more or less blindly on the back of my shorts. Because I was slightly bent over with my shoulder below the height of hers, she could not see between my legs, and had only the feeling between her legs to tell her what I was doing.

She soon realised that my assault was far more effective than hers, due to my more advantaged position. The only solution to that was to take away my advantage, which meant making sure we were once more at the same height. She began trying to lower her shoulders, but I resisted, pressing her body against the corridor wall with my shoulder.

There was no way I was going to release my hold on the shorts and there was equally no way that Rosa was going to allow me to stay in a dominant position. The rules forebade any form of wrestling which took away most of Rosa's more obvious solutions.

Our pussies got a bit of a rest, as we used our upper bodies to try to force the other. I forced Rosa back against the wall and she tried to use the strength of her legs to foce me back, and thus allow her to have better access to the front of my shorts.

It became clear that my initial views concerning the strength of Rosa were correct and slowly, but surely, she managed to force herself away from the wall, finally dropping her shoulders down to the height of mine.

We now turned our bodies, so that we were no longer directly face to face, with only one shoulder in contact. The body fight ceased, and the wedgie fight took over.

It took a few seconds for Rosa to force a narrow strip of material between my pussy lips, but when she succeeded I had confirmation that what I had been doing to her was considerably more painful that what she had been doing to me.

We were now fighting on an equal footing and it became a question as to who could be the most inventive in making the cloth dig in where it hurt the most.

Our fingers got ever nearer each other's pussy, but the rules were respected and there remained a layer of material stopping any direct contact.

Our pussy lips were clearly visible on either side of the strip of cloth that was chafing away at our most delicate parts. Because it was towelling-style material it absorbed any moisture, meaning that our fragile hairless skin was fast become dry, red and very sore from what was, in effect, friction burns.

Five minutes is not really very long and at least two of those minutes had been used up before Rosa discovered the technique that I had piloted to cause the greatest discomfort but I can tell you that the remaining three minutes seemed to last a very long time.

We were both pulling the shorts hard into the other's most intimate zones, and also causing them to rub up and down against the skin, and we were both doing it rather too well. On the basis that I had been doing it to Rosa longer than she had been causing me the same level of pain, there was no way that I was going to give in. Clearly Rosa had also calculated that she could hold out for five minutes.

In the back of my mind was the challenge that she and her mother had laid down and something told me that we might well clash again at a later date. I did not want to give her any psychological advantage. Maybe she felt the same.

Whatever the reason the pain between my legs was sharp and burning and I was never more pleased to hear a mobile phone ring.

Rosa immediately asked if I had any creams and pulling our shorts off we shamelessly rushed into my bathroom, there to apply a soothing lotion to our burnt pussies, sitting on the bathroom floor, facing each other, with our legs wide open. My pussy was bright red and you could almost see the heat rising up from it, like the shimmering over hot sands in the desert. Despite the dark colour of Rosa's skin, there was no mistaking the soreness between her legs.

As the lotion began to cool the burning we smiled at each other and agreed that what we had been doing was, quite frankly, stupid. But sometimes you need to do these things to find out!

Before Rosa left we arranged a date for their challenge, leaving it to them to find a suitable venue, near their homes.